jenell-levendosky

I really like to draw and read, as well as communicate with friends and kind people My name is Olivia, I'm eighteen years old, and I live in France - in a small but very cozy town, where the morning always smells of coffee and fresh croissants. I can't imagine my life without creativity: drawing for me is a way to breathe, to see the world in colors that others don't notice. I often take a notebook and watercolors with me, sit somewhere by a river or in a park and transfer my feelings to paper. I also sing. Not professionally, just for fun. Sometimes an old guitar sounds in my room, and I sing my favorite songs - quietly, so that only the walls and maybe the neighbors behind the wall can hear. At such moments I feel alive. And I also love books. They are my quiet companions. When I read, it's as if I'm living several lives at the same time: traveling, falling in love, looking for myself. Every page leaves a mark on the soul, and maybe that's why I became so dreamy. Sometimes I think that my perception of the world is a little strange. When I listen to music, I don't just hear sounds - I see colors. Each melody has its own shade, its own light. For example, when the piano plays, I see a soft blue, like the early morning sky. The guitar for me is amber, warm, like the sun's rays on the skin. And the violin is purple, a little sad, but incredibly deep. I don't know why this happens. Maybe because I'm too sensitive, or maybe because my soul just paints, even when the brush is nearby. Sometimes I turn on music, close my eyes and imagine how the colors dance in front of me - then I take a brush and transfer it to paper. This is how my paintings are born, inspired by sounds, not words.